Owl Antics

                                    In the quiet of the evening the owls are heard
                                    The sound captures my sleepy attention
                                     Some  are more distant so I assume
                                     there is more than one, perhaps a family

                                    What is the subject of their conversation?
                                    Friendly chatter, family concerns?
                                    It could be words of romance
                                    I'm ready..any takers, come fly with me
                                         
                                    Just as birds chirp all day
                                    Owls chat all night
                                    The meaning remains a mystery
                                    Still,  I enjoy

Into the Woods... not the musical

After noticing deer prints, I decided to take photos of the trilliums before they are devoured.
Then I decided to walk the trail in our woods. I wanted to check out the tree house. From the deck it appeared to be damaged and I wanted to be sure. I decided to try to walk as far as the tree house. The trail was pretty clear for the most part. I had to avoid  water that had collected on the trail, also climb under a few branches. I made it to the tree house and decided to walk the entire trail. It is only a quarter mile trail but it is covered with branches from storm damage. Other than that it is beautiful.
I only fell a couple of times because of the mud. The ground is so soft you don't have to worry about getting hurt. It is just awkward trying to get back up.
I am so proud that I made it ! Now all I have to do is clear the trail!

What is this thing called happiness?

There are many things in life that help lift your spirits. An important event in the life of family is at the top of the list.
However, I finished our taxes yesterday and after rechecking, it will be in the mail.
This makes me very happy, or is it just a sense of relief. Whatever it is, I want more.

Random thoughts about Life (The lighter side)

                                    He is not dead.....He is risen!

                                Over the years I have heard this phrase promising
                                     a new beginning,  new life.....not death
                                  I believe this,  yet I'd prefer to stay a little longer
                                I agree with the old saying, "Everyone wants to go
                                  to  heaven, but  no one wants to die to get there."
                               
                                       I'll soon be eighty and have lived a good life
                                              but I'm not ready to leave                     
                                      I'd rather stay a little longer, maybe reach 100

                                 When someone dies at 98 or 99 you  almost always  hear
                                  a wish, that he or she had lived to be 100.

                                  I wonder if the family of Methuselah who lived to 969
                                           wished he could've made it to 1000?
                                   
                           
                               
                                              So precious is the Gift of Faith.


              


                               

Gaelic Dreams by Marietta (MacKenzie Clan)

                                           I don't believe in reincarnation
                                           so how can I explain
                                           the feeling that I come from the
                                           Green hills and glens
                                                of Ireland

                                           Why does the soft sound of the brogue
                                              touch my very soul
                                            and why does a mist over the mountains
                                                     calm my heart
                                             Surely I lived on the moors in another time


                                             On listening to Irish melodies tears flood my eyes
                                                 and I yearn to return to the moist sod of Ireland
                                                  To go home, as it were
    

                                             All of my feelings fill my whole being
                                               And I can't explain them
                                             Could the angels have carried my soul
                                               through the centuries
                                                And it's only now
                                                 I'm feeling my loss
                                    
                                          Would that I could go to Ireland to search the land
                                              for some sign of me.
                                          Perhaps if I stood in the fine mist
                                            And softly murmured a prayer
                                          the spirits of my ancestors would surround me

                                          Then, maybe the beautiful faeries would dance
                                           the leprechauns would release their gold
                                              The angels would sing alleluia
                                            and I would know who I am

                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                           

It's Only a matter of Time

Liz posted a photo of a trillium she saw on her walk.
I decided to check out our property for the same. The trilliums are just breaking out of the earth which means that it won't be long before the deer return.
Maybe we'll be lucky enough to see a few fawn. 
The deer, of course, wreak havoc on certain tasty plants. This includes trilliums. Last year they missed a few. I'm hoping for the same scenario this year.

As a child, I was taught never to pick a trillium, as it would take many years for it to again flower.
This may or may not be true. I remember being shocked when Uncle Pete came home with an armload of trilliums. apparently, he had not heard the rule!

                                          I'm waiting.

My First Memory

I remember being in a room in a hospital. Mom was lying in bed after giving birth to my sister.
I remember mom mentioning that I had a tomato seed on my shoe. 
I remember sitting on the lap of my Dad and saying, "I'm not your baby anymore".

Stephen Eric.......Our Firstborn...March 8, 1956

                                        Happy Birthday Steve!

The Policeman

                              This is for Cindy.

Spectacular!

Although Great  Music is over, I am still feeling the joy of the performance. As I have said before, I feel very blessed to be a part of the great choir of St. James.
This year, thirteen (4 friends, the rest family) experienced this wonderful concert.
My cousin, Signe, thanked me for sending out the e-mail regarding the performance. I was not expecting her to be there. It was a great surprise to see Signe, Mike and his sister. They thought it was fabulous!
Liz, John & Zoey also attended. Liz said it as wonderful.
 Zoey had to go to her ski instructor job in the morning with her Dad, so needed to leave early.
Another surprise.  Friday night  Kelley, Sami and Alex (our Grandchildren and their fabulous mom) attended the performance. They also thought it was great.
 Thursday night it was Joe, and four of my friends from St. Stephen the Martyr parish in Renton. Lots of good comments.
I know they don't read my blog but I feel compelled to say this.

Thank you all for making a special effort to attend. It means a lot to me.

More on GMGC

First half of Great Music was quite spectacular. All went well in second half until we lost our dim light while being a heavenly choir. I lost my place but tried to sing by memory.
I noticed Marina describing this person who kept looking at her book in a state of stupor.
She was talking about me trying to figure out where we were...it was frustrating. I'm sure we will do better tonight but just in case I practiced again and maybe will bring a small flashlight.
Or a Coleman lantern!

The best thing about last night was a surprise by Kelley, Sami & Alex.  It is always great to have family in the audience.